creature. His dream included dragging the boar back to Mother’s kitchen for a fine roast. And seeing Father’s proud eyes as he said, “You’re a fine hunter, Son.” At Mara’s questioning look he quickly nocked an arrow and nodded. She turned back to face the boar, but her eyes remained wary and fearful. This would be a tricky shot. He leaned back and felt the tension strain his arms as he pulled
